Verse 1 – Mohamed Adan Dahir: The Awakening] First we lit the match, then we burned the chain, Now the skies over Africa don’t cry with pain. We marched from the Red Sea to the Congo veins, Freed the lands where the ghosts remained. No IMF — just farms and schools, We broke the system, rewrote the rules. Somaliland stood, now the whole Horn roars, No more hunger, just open doors. We ain’t dreamin’ — this is black soil healed, Where daughters learn truth and sons don’t kneel. I speak for the elders who died in drought, Now rains fall proud — hear the children shout. --- [Verse 2 – Ibrahim Traoré: The Flame Spread] From Ouaga to Addis, the signal blazed, Now the chains they gave us, we set ablaze. General in stance but a servant in heart, Built an empire where all got a part. Gold mines now feed the village, not thieves, No more fake aid wrapped in sleeves. We linked with Mali, with Niger, with Chad, Took back the dreams our grandfathers had. Africa ain’t broke — just been betrayed, But now we walk proud on the roads we paved. No flags of conquest fly in our skies, Only freedom wings where the eagle rise. --- [Verse 3 – Unified Generals: Call of the Continent] (Mohamed): Ghana stood up, Kenya took lead, (Traoré): Algeria rode out, so did the Swazi breed. (Mohamed): Nigeria roared, no more divide, (Traoré): South Africa marched with Zulu pride. (Together): From the islands to the Sahel plain, We broke the cycle, ended the pain. No more puppets, no more chains, Africa united — lion blood in veins. --- [Outro Verse – Legacy Alive] (Mohamed): I look at my people, and they feast, not fight, (Traoré): I see cities lit up by African light. (Mohamed): We ain’t just survived — we thrived, we soared, (Traoré): No longer ignored, we’re deeply restored. (Together): We were once the storm — now we the sun, This is Africa rising… phase two’s begun. “First time Africa fed herself with pride — First time her flag flew with no strings tied.” Verse – The Firsts of Glory] First time Africa fed herself with pride, First time her flag flew with no strings tied. First time the guns were dropped for books, First time freedom ain’t just how it looks. First time diamonds stayed in our hands, First time youth wrote the future’s plans. First time girls walked safe at night, First time justice didn’t fear the light. First time no debt choked our breath, First time we danced, not mourned the death. First time markets sold hope, not fear, First time progress wasn’t shipped outta here. First time the drums beat peace, not war, First time we owned every open door. [Verse – The Firsts of Glory, Pt. 2] First time borders bowed to unity’s call, First time the small stood just as tall. First time flags meant more than pain, First time we healed in the monsoon rain. First time oil flowed into black hands, First time we owned our sacred lands. First time truth sat in every court, First time exile came back to port. First time kids saw leaders as kin, First time the poo

Face 2